Love in full life and length, not love ideal

Love in full life and length, not love ideal,
No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,
But something better still, so very real,
That the sweet model must have been the same;
A thing that you would purchase, beg, or steal,
Were ‘t not impossible, besides a shame:
The face recalls some face, as’t were with pain,
You once have seen, but ne’er will see again.

 

Poèmes

Lord Byron